Mars 🐇

Blanket forts are the best

Cw: self harm, meltdown

Trinity’s whole body ached. She was exhausted, crumpled on her bedroom floor as her chest rose and fell in jagged sharp breaths. It didn’t happen often. Trinity was good at keeping everything inside. Bottling emotions in a tightly screwed bottle until something small would smash it right open. And today had been one of those days - when the pressure burst her right open. Headstrong, snarky Santos, had become sad, broken Trinity. It had made quite a mess too - her room was in disarray. Pillows and blankets thrown across the floor, toys kicked over and books strewn around. Her skin hadn’t gotten off easily either, red welts burning down her thighs and forearms where she’d tried to claw her way out of her body - as if that would’ve made it all better. None of that mattered much to Trinity though, all she cared about was her brand new build a bear which had become victim to a toppling glass of juice. The bear, with once pink and orange fur, lay between Trinity’s bedside table and the plastic tinkerbell cup, now covered in dark purple black currant juice. She felt sick looking at it. Baran had taken all of the littles out to build a bear only a couple of weeks ago, wanting to do something special when they had the day off to get to know them all better. Trinity had been so hesitant, standing back a little bit while Dennis and Victoria had gawked over all the soft stuffies to pick from. Samira was helping Emma pick out which one she wanted and that left Trinity standing back, all alone. Until Baran had come over and helped Trinity pick, stuff, and dress her bear. But now it was ruined.

She crawled across her bedroom floor, until she could reach out and grab the stained bear. She’d ruined everything. Guilt rose like bile in the back of her throat - Trinity needed to confess. On shaky legs, Trinity rose slowly. There weren’t many people home today. If she remembered correctly, only Baran and Jack. Given that Jack would be sleeping after the night shift - Trinity knew she’d be able to confess without anyone else knowing how much of a mess she’d caused. She would clean her room herself, of course, but she had to at least admit what she’d done first. “Bee?” She called out, tiptoeing on socked feet down the hallway towards the living room.

“I’m in here Trin!” Baran called out from the kitchen, her voice light and warm. Trinity almost turned away at the comfort the voice brought her. She didn’t deserve that. She’d ruined her bear. Still, driven by guilt and knowing it would only be worse if she lied, Trinity moved forward. She tucked Mae, the bear, behind her back, burying the lede. Baran was standing behind the counter, mixing a bowl of what looked like oatmeal cookie dough. “Oh baby,” her face dropped when she saw Trinity - unexpected. She rounded the kitchen counter and came to hold Trinity’s shoulders gently. “What happened?” Trinity realised only then how she must have looked. Her face flushed and damp, her hair tangled and tugged out of its pony tail, and then of course her arms and legs which she hadn't thought to hide - covered in thick red welts. But Trinity did not deserve this consolence, she had not earned this comfort.

“Uhm, I ruined my bear, I’m sorry.” She revealed Mae and her stained fur.

“Oh, babe, that’s ok. We can clean her easy.” Baran’s voice remained gentle, her hands remained soft. Oh.

Trinity burst into tears - heavy sobs bursting out of her chest. She’d been expecting to be scolded and shamed. Not whatever this was. Baran pulled Trinity into her arms, swaying her gently. “You’re ok, it’s ok, you're not in trouble.”

They stayed like that for a while, Baran just rocking Trinity until her tears stopped. “Sorry,” the little croaked, scrubbing at her face with her sleeve.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Baran promised, wiping the tears away more gently. “I can fix up Mae, but I want to help you out first ok?” Trinity whined in frustration, pressing the bear towards Baran. “Ok, Mae first. Go sit on the couch Trin, I’ll just go put her in the wash.”

Trinity shuffled over to the lounge room and slumped onto the couch, curling her knees up to her chest. It only took a few minutes later, and like she promised, Baran returned. This time - with a damp washcloth and a sippy cup of water. “I’m going to wipe your arms and legs ok baby? Just to make sure there aren’t any yucky germs, can you drink this for me?” Trinity nodded, taking the sippy cup and drinking from it diligently while Baran gently wiped over the red scratches on Trinity’s limbs. “There we go, all clean.”

“Thank you,” Trinity whispered, looking down in shame.

“It’s no trouble baby,” Baran cooed, ducking down to catch Trinity's eyes. “If something like this happens again you can always come to me, ok?”

♡ ~ When little, Caitlyn is semi-verbal; she doesn't use many words, and the ones she does use are often muffled by either her pacifier or her thumb. She communicates using vague mumbles, points and gestures, and fingerspell sign language. Vi is good at understanding her.

☆ ~ Lots of nickname usage. The most used one is 'little bunny', coined from Caitlyn's love for bunnies in combination with her adorable tooth gap and habit of tapping her foot when she's annoyed, followed in second place by 'Caity'. She also likes 'bud', as in flower bud, which Vi came up with after using Jayce's nickname 'sprout' for her, only to be met with a grumpy little bunny because "only Jayce can use that".

♡ ~ Vi ties Caitlyn's hair up into a pair of twintails either side of her head, like her very own bunny ears. Caitlyn gets very excited and shakes her head to make her 'ears' flop around, and it becomes a stim for her.

☆ ~ They renovated one of the spare rooms of the Kiramman mansion into a nursery for when Caitlyn is little. It has bunnies on the walls, lining the transition from wall to ceiling, printed in frames of an animated flipbook hopping cycle. There's a cozy bed big enough for both of them, a bookshelf of children's books, a wardrobe full of cutesy clothes Caitlyn only wears when little, and shelves of toys (they're all on display, not tucked away in boxes or drawers, because Caitlyn thinks it hurts the toys' feelings to be put away).

♡ ~ Despite having a whole bookshelf, Caitlyn chooses the same story every time she wants Vi to read to her: the Kindred storybook. She calls Wolf a 'big death puppy'.

☆ ~ Caitlyn likes going for nature walks through the Kiramman gardens. She'll excitedly point to the crop of violets they have and exclaim "Sissy!", to which Vi always responds with "Mhm, that's me! And where are your favourites?" which then prompts Caitlyn to run over to the forget-me-nots and stroke their little petals.

♡ ~ Vi helps her put her shoes on before they go out. She narrates the process of tying Caitlyn's laces - "Bunny ears, around the tree, and pull!" - which is always met with giggles and claps from Caitlyn.

☆ ~ Caitlyn likes colouring. She has huge packs of crayons, every colour she could ever dream of available to use on books of bunnies, flowers and soothing patterns, but her favourite colouring book of all is Vi's tattoos! Vi is happy to oblige and even bought some skin-safe body paints and glitters for Caitlyn to use on her.

♡ ~ Little Caitlyn is very clingy. She follows Vi around everywhere, like a tiny gosling following its mummy goose, and always wants cuddles. She often clings onto Vi like a baby koala with her arms and legs wrapped around Vi's torso; Vi doesn't mind, since she's strong enough to carry her with ease.

That's it for now !! I'll probably make more parts because I have a lot more in mind, most with more detail, but I'm really shy about sharing my writing ideas like this so please be nice 👉👈

This is 100% self-indulgent and my own personal headcanons for Vi as my fictional caregiver !! Images found on Pinterest :>

♡ ~ Caitlyn loves the rain. It's her favourite type of weather. She loves playing in the rain, watching the rain, even just sitting outside in the rain... She would spend all her time outside in the rain if she could, however Vi worries she'll catch a cold if she's out for too long. Caitlyn pouts and sulks when Vi tells her it's time to go inside, usually refusing, and Vi therefore has to bribe her with cuddles, safe foods or other activities.

☆ ~ She loves splashing in puddles, hopping from one to another like a little bunny. Once she jumps into one, she'll stand still to watch the oscillating ripples fan out beneath her feet. Vi bought her a pair of wellie boots to stomp around in, to make sure her little feet stay dry amidst her water adventures.

♡ ~ Her favourite thing to do is spend rainy days in the garden. She'll watch, utterly mesmerised, as the leaves of her plants bend under the weight of rain droplets and let them use their curves as a slide down to the earth, and she could spend hours just staring at the way the droplets arrange themselves along the dainty strings of a spiderweb. She thinks nature is even more pretty in the rain.

☆ ~ When it's too wet or too stormy to go outside, she and Vi can be found perched at the nearest window and playing raindrop races along the glass - winner gets a kiss! Caitlyn squeals with glee every time the speckles of water combine and get a speed boost, rocketing down to the bottom of the frame. If not racing, they're drawing in the condensation, using their breath to widen the canvas and their fingers to trace out the pictures.

♡ ~ Her childhood red umbrella is her favourite umbrella and she will not use any other one; she likes the way the handle feels in her hands, insisting it fits perfectly in ways no other umbrella does, and she likes spinning it to watch the water droplets fly off all around her. It's very special to her, being from her childhood and consequently reinforcing her feeling small, and so Vi doesn't let it outside the house if there's a strong wind (as to not risk it getting broken).

☆ ~ Caitlyn loves the sound of rain. Whether it be against the canopy of her umbrella or against the rooftop of the Kiramman mansion, the pitter-patter sound of the droplets is like a comforting melody to her. Sometimes she'll curl up in Vi's lap and fall asleep to it.

♡ ~ Either during the rain or once its passed, Caitlyn loves playing in the mud. She and Vi make mud pies together, topping them off with floral decorations, and Caitlyn loves looking for worms in the damp soil. She proudly shows Vi each one she finds, and they make it a challenge to find the longest one! She often needs a bath afterwards as she gets very grubby.

☆ ~ Rain isn't just appealing to Caitlyn's sense of hearing, but also her sense of smell! She loves the fresh, earthy smell of petrichor - so much so that Vi bought her a perfume that smells just like it for the inevitable absence of rain when she wants it. Vi will spray the perfume into the air and let little Caitlyn run through the mist, using her imagination to pretend it's really raining.

♡ ~ Sometimes she tips her head back with her mouth open in an attempt to drink the rain. When Vi asks what she's doing, she tells her she's 'getting a drink, just like her flowers'.

This is 100% self-indulgent and my own personal headcanons for Vi as my fictional caregiver !! Images found on Pinterest and gif made by arcanegifs :>

Please be nice,, I'm super shy about sharing my writing like this 👉👈

“Oh she’s a criminal!” “She tried to kill Pip!” Ok? Have you considered she is just a baby?

also did anyone else notice the teddy bear in her prison cell? Officers she’s five years old!

what does her life look like after that?

i’m so sorry i took so long to answer this anon!! i’ve had so many thoughts, i just haven’t been able to articulate them. & ofc i hope you somehow still see this, even though it’s been a while

jackie is one of the girls who has a longer hospital admission post rescue. her body & immune system took many hits from being left out in the cold, which i imagine causes her to develop infections in while admitted.

she also has to have surgery to preserve & reshape the small remaining piece where she lost her ear. her doctors do their best to somewhat reconstruct things so that jackie will be able to use hearing aids.

but the big thing for jackie is food. she’s severely malnourished (they all are) on arrival and her stomach has shrunk. but beyond this, it is no longer functioning properly. this is because the stomach is a muscle - you use it or lose it. and jackie hadn’t been eating enough even before the plane crash so her stomach is completely out of commission.

little! shauna moodboard

headcanons:

regresses down to 2-4, often is a puppy too

main caregivers are tai and lottie, jackie sometimes babysits shauna!!

loves to be called "pup/puppy", "honey", "sweetheart"

loves any big shirts or sleeves that cover her hands, and loves onesies

often crawls when in a smaller headspace, if slightly older she'll need to hold hands when walking

loves when her caregivers make dog bone shaped cookies

has a biting and chewing problem, often bites on her nails, usually resulting in needing chew toys / pacis

loves to sit outside, doesn't mind walks but often gets tired - loves forests!!

i’ve always had so many thoughts about this but especially since @butchreg ‘s post !! so here is a moodboard & some hcs below the cut